What They Don't See (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Copyright © 2013 @_GiveMeHarry_ -

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"Mummy, where is daddy going?"

I was sat on the couch. My mother on her knees begging my father not to leave. My father crying apologizing that things were different now.

The two strongest people I have ever known, broken. We were never going to be that family like in the movies. Never going to have a family diner every night to talk about how our day went.

Even from a young age, I knew I would probably never see my father again.

I stared out the window as my father started the ignition and drove away with almost everything he owned. He left a few things behind. My mother and I.

He left my mother for another women, not even caring how it would effect me.

My mother looked at me with tears rushing down her face. I could sense the pain in her eyes. Hurt and anger in her voice.

" He's gone baby."

"Is he ever coming back?"

" No baby."

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That was twelve years ago.

Since then I've been on my own. My mum is never home, working two jobs to support us. I never see her. I've practically lived by myself ever since the day my father left.

Ever since my father left, I've been afraid to love. I never want what happened to my mother, happen to me. My father hurt me enough.

I tried to push back the painful memories. Thinking about them just worsen my depression. I diagnosed myself. My mum never thought I needed help. She knew my life was tough, she thought time would heal all wounds.

She was wrong.

Of course I could have talked to people about it, but I had no one. Anyone I considered a "friend" was just another person my mum wanted me to hang around. A good influence.

I did have one friend. About two years ago.

I had just moved into the neighborhood. Already being the strange child, I didn't fit in. Anywhere. I would play by myself. I had no siblings.

Well that I knew of.

So many secrets. No answers. Then the day I met him.

My first and only friend. Harry Styles.

Strange as it sounds he was a pretty crazy kid himself. Maybe that's why we got along so well. The day I moved in.

Him and his mother came over to help us feel welcome. He was sweet and helpful. But he didn't talk once. The next day I wanted to go see him.

No one was home.

I had asked my mother if she knew anything. He had left to audition of the X Factor.

He was gone. Just like that.

The only person who could have possibly been my friend, had only known me for 24 hours. I never saw him again past that day.

You probably already know that he became an international heartthrob, along with his band One Direction. I wouldn't have even known that if my mother wouldn't have told me.

That's all I knew about him. I've never heard they're music, never even seen the rest of the boys. I didn't think I needed to.

There was no point in obsessing over him. I didn't even really know him. I tried to forget about him.

But something in my mind always brought him up. He was like my father.

Never coming back.

The wind was blowing hard against my face. I was walking home from school, on one of the coldest days of the year, alone.

I didn't even bother calling my mum to pick me up. I knew she wouldn't be home.

But to my surprise, as I opened the front door, I could smell food cooking. No burning.

"Mum? Your home." I say walking into the kitchen. No emotion in my voice.

"Yes! I was going to make you a surprised dinner. But I think I killed it." She lifted up the lid, but quickly closed it as the steam escaped fogging the room.

"Ew." I set down my school things and got myself some water.

"Carter." "hmm?" I grumbled in relpy. I know I should proabably be nicer to her considering I never see her. It's not her fault my father left.

"Why don't you go out tonight? Hang out with some people."

" I don't need people to be happy."

"Carter, I think we both know that this isn't true." I got up and started to wake out of the room.

"Carter. Wait I'm sorry." she lowered her head. I did the same.

"I know I'm not the best mother, and I'm sorry. Time has been so hard on you, and I haven't been there to help. I think you would have better help from your friends." She stared at me with her big eyes that were now watering.

" Ughh. Fine I'll go."

Why, why once again had I agreed to go shopping?  

My mum was bumbarding me to get out of the house and hangout with real people.   I've decided to get out. Go do something with Jessie.

Jessie isn't a bad friend, we're just so, different. She's a good school girl with straight A's and a perfect home life, with a perfect house. Not to mention a perfect face to go along.

Me on the other hand don't have any of that. 

I went up stair to my room and put on the one of the bajillion somgs I listened to. 'Give Me Love' By Ed Sheeran. For some strange reason this song related to me too much. I felt like Ed was the only one who could get through to me. Understand me.

I pulled out a small box that I kept hidden under my bed.

I rumagged through the old papers until I can across one particular picture. It was a picture of me when I was fourteen, the day I had moved to Holmes Chapel.

I was carrying a box and right on the other side of the box was Harry, there to help out.

I hadn't looked at that picture since the day my mother had given it to me. I almost forgot that it even existed.

I folded up the pitcure and tucked it under my pillow. I layed down and cried. I cried the rest of the night for absolutley no reason.

 I don't know if it was because I had hope that maybe someday my father would come home. Or hope that maybe Harry would come home and save me from my pain.

Myself.

That maybe me and Harry could have been something, even if it was just friends. That's all I asked for.

A friend.

But I knew that what I was wishing only happened in fairy tales. My life was different now. I was broken and no one could save me.